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Pause Ponder and Pun

Okay.

So what do you make of this?

Leave your wise-cracks in the comments section...as many as you like...between now and Friday.

Our caption heavyweights will be unveiled Saturday.


Comments

Anonymous said…
"Honey, do you think this shower curtain will make my ass look fat?"
CatLadyLarew said…
I like big butts and I can not lie. Somehow I don't think this is what Sir Mix-a-Lot had in mind...
Paul Blanchard said…
Instead of a caption, I've expressed my reaction in pictures: http://doginthewaterpipe.blogspot.com/2010/06/amazing-art-2.html

I think it up... something...
Don said…
Okay. No way that person could be standing. Fake! Having said that it's the hair that makes her soooo cute.
00dozo said…
"Honey, I've lost the soap again."
00dozo said…
"I said, 'Bring me the BIG towel', you idiot!"
Quirkyloon said…
Ugh.

I hate it when people use the OVERUSED saying: I just threw up a little in my mouth.

But guess what?

I just did.

Ugh.
Ziva said…
"I told you I could still fit in here, you owe me 20 bucks!"
Ziva said…
"Honey, I need some help. I've been standing here for 20 minutes and my back is still not wet."
Tgoette said…
"If you are going to make me use the shower instead of the car wash, you could at least mop me down!"
Tgoette said…
"Hey, I found the remote control!"
renalfailure said…
In a game of flesh Tetris, no one wins.
CatLadyLarew said…
Gotta love Renal Failure's comment!
"It's going to be another $100 if you want me to turn around."
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a comin' day.
River said…
I'm ready for my back scrub darlin'. Bring that big new bar of soap.
"Mama" Cass Elliot needed a cold shower after performing "Creeque Alley" as a third encore at a recent Fillmore East show.
Though he found Stella's request odd, plumber Stanley Walsh installed a shower that sprayed bacon grease in her downstairs bathroom.
Count Sneaky said…
ET? No. ELT! Extra Large Terrestial.
Am I done?

Sorry, it's what popped into my empty head.....

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